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gay people can't date normally it's either fucking in your sister's cell or becoming one with the other in a gemstone smh.
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it's so fucked that they're keeping katie ledecky on land to keep winning olympic medals instead of releasing her back into the ocean
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"you have an anxiety disorder" it's actually called being a bunny and it is perfectly normal and healthy for me to be like This !!
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don’t worry everyone the doctor who wiki has everything under control
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if there’s one thing about me it’s that while I do not really resonate with being a “man” I absolutely love like… boyishness. collective masculine terms. “boys” “lads” “gentlemen” that’s where it’s at. gender me like you’re an irritable 18th century sergeant addressing his men
#me fr#i love being a girl wouldn't trade jt for anything but boy do i love being a lad#a fella#for the bit
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it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore
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tumblr is basically a gay bar in a mental institute
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whys combat and military gear always got to look so fucking cool when the people wearing them just objectively arent. thats unfair
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I need 5000 fics of this universe immediately
also someone smarter than me to figure out what Jayce Vikor and Mel are doing in this universe
throupleling hopefully
#LOOK AT HER#SHES SO HEALTHY AND BEAUTIFUL#AND SHES TALLER BECAUSE SHE ISNT MALNOURISHED#prev tages#arcane#arcane spoilers
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good for them but lmfao ???
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Riot Games you need to sit in the corner and THINK AVOUT WHAT YOUVE DONE
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Can someone write a fic abt their life before the timeskip
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If i was a sickly little peasant boy designated by the aristocracy to carry messages back and forth for pennies and you found me against our citys outer wall with a deep wound in my chest from a musket ball and a letter cluthed in my hand and i told you that my dying wish was to have someone read that letter to me so i would know i died for something important and you open it up and you find a single large illustrated diagram of an onion would you tell me what it was? What would you say?
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